But first, since David Cole/Klein has become a regular contributor to Taki’s, I’ll say what you’d expect me to say:
If he annoys you, don’t read him.
I don’t believe in the criminalization of Holocaust revisionism/denial, and my regular readers know I am no fan of “Holocaustianity” either.
Because I’m interested in the truth.
So argue with Cole/Klein in the comments if you wish.
Since people have asked me about this stuff before, I’ll explain again:
Taki’s Magazine has never told me what to write, or deleted anything I’ve written.
That’s why he’s there and that’s why I’m there, and I will stay there until they fire me.
I don’t abide “guilt by association” nonsense.
And now, back to me:
I can’t imagine how the comments can be “JOOOO!”-y this week, but the He-Man Woman-Haters Club won’t like the subject matter…
Yeah, it’s a stupid idea, but at least this “art” seems to be an advance over the “I paint with my menstrual blood!” school called the “Menstrala” movement.
(Kudos to this female photographer for trying to inject a modicum of wit and technical prowess into this sort of thing, and for teaching me that in France, instead of saying “My Aunt Flo is visiting,” the euphemism of choice is “les Anglais ont débarqué” (“the English have disembarked.”)
I frequently come across leftists who are more concerned with avoiding accusations of Islamophobia than they are with condemning Islamist zealotry.
Hey, funny thing about that! (Note the date on that video.)
(More proof that the “Swinging Sixties” didn’t make it to the Home Counties in a timely fashion.)
Mark Steyn’s obituary for Limbaugh’s invaluable right-hand man of 27 years, who died of cancer yesterday, age 56:
Kit was not, as he used to say, “a radio guy”, but he was better than almost all the TV and radio guys I’ve worked with. When I first guest-hosted from the New York studio, he’d look through the glass from the control room and watch you sitting at the Golden EIB Microphone, reaching for papers from the stack or looking something up online or swiveling behind you to the printer. And, if you seemed to be having to reach too far or stretch, next time you went in he’d have moved something six inches to the left or three inches forward – just so it would be where you wanted it when you needed it. His whole idea was that everything should work so well you don’t even notice it, and you should be free to concentrate on the content. Only the other day I was complaining about someone on an entirely different project that I wished could be more like Kit. But very few are. I owe him more than I can say.
Please keep Kit’s wife and sons in your prayers – and his EIB family, too. Rush paid a wonderful, heartfelt tribute to his dear friend today. I will miss his wise counsel guiding a foreigner and dilettante through three hours of radio every now and then, but for Rush and James and Mike and the rest the loss must be devastating. Rush’s team is very stable, which is one of the reasons the show works so well: people join EIB, they like it, they love it, and they stay. But Kit was the very first to join – after Rush, of course – and he loved it all the way to the end, which came far too soon. Rest in peace.
(From out “No Irish Need Apply” files):
There’s no way that it could be true. The immigration process wasn’t one in which officers were recording names at all, and none were ever written down correctly or incorrectly. When people were filing through the lines at Ellis Island, they would approach an immigration officer who already had all the information on a ship’s manifest. It was his job to ask questions and make sure the people who were getting off the ship were the ones that had originally bought tickets and gotten their names on the passenger manifests.
The manifests that immigration was using were ones that came from the steamships, and most were compiled well in advance of the journey. Names were added as people bought their tickets, not when they got to the other side of the ocean.
Arnie connected this dots this morning.
Arnie speculates sarcastically on why the Brookings Institution is so eager to debunk Muslim “no-go” zones (which, as has been established again and again by Fox News the New York Times, Newsweek and the New Republic, really do exist.):
“Now Paris’ Mayor Hidalgo has her own reasons to prevent the City of Light’s reputation from being dimmed, after all tourism is not well served by armed soldiers guarding Le Knick Knack shoppes. Les Infidels get jumpy and spend le less.
“But what could Qatar’s interest’s be beyond the usual 24/7 stream of Islamist Propaganda we’ve grown used to?
“Couldn’t be an effort to protect it’s French real estate investments could it? You know, those heavily tourist reliant real estate investments?”
Whether intended or not, Kotkin points out that encouraging people to live in crowded cities not only stifles the ownership of private property that’s been a mark of increasing mass material prosperity for two centuries, but it re-creates a renting class at the mercy of moneyed landowners that he describes as a “new feudalism.”
On the surface this might resemble the predatory relationship between employers and workers that Marx agitated against, but among the many things that have changed is that the people often agitating for a new urbanism wouldn’t consider themselves philosophically opposed to Marx and his legacy – probably because this brave new world never seems to put them in a rented tenement.
Robert Spencer writes:
Just don’t call it a no-go zone, you greasy, right-wing Islamophobe.
And while it’s possible that, yes, it wouldn’t have been booked in the first place, it’s more fun to think that the gig would go on, and a giant fight would break out.
Who knows though…